Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sweden and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing A Flock of Seagulls to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Johnny Clarke,
Bauhaus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radio Birdman,
Dave Gahan,
Alton Ellis,
Patti Smith,
Sonic Youth,
Pagans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Suburban Knight,
Tom Boy,
Das Ding,
Vainqueur,
Zero Boys,
The American Breed,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Count Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quantec,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Music Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dark Day,
Aswad,
The Neon Judgement,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barry Ungar,
Rekid,
Blossom Toes,
Harry Pussy,
Television,
Moby Grape,
Agitation Free,
R.M.O.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Magma,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sam Rivers,
Mark Hollis,
Icehouse,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Move,
Archie Shepp,
Swans,
The Gories,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Byrd,
Wasted Youth,
Alphaville,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Funkadelic,
Crooked Eye,
Gichy Dan,
Can,
World's Most,
Sarah Menescal,
Magazine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.